Page 57 of Not Your Average Vixen
“I need more kisses.” She shook her head again. “I mean, the chocolate kisses, for the cookies. You should unwrap a few more.”
He nodded. Good, they were back on track. She was the maid of honor baking cookies, and he was the best man, helping while sporting a raging hard-on.
Dammit!
He blew out a tight breath. “Why don’t you get the cookies, and I’ll be ready with the kisses for your cookie. No, strike that! I’ll unwrap a few morechocolates,then put the damn things on the peanut butter balls.”
Christ! He was not a bumbling idiot—ever—except, it seemed, when it came to Bridget Dasher.
“They’re blossoms now. They’re not balls anymore,” she answered, remarkably straight-faced considering the relatively humorous nature of all this ball and blossom talk.
Cookies, kisses, and balls! This had to stop or else he’d have no choice but to bend her over the counter and take her hard and fast like he did the first time they’d made love.
He pinched the bridge of his nose as every cell in his brain seemed to be going haywire.
“Whatever they are, I’llde-blossomthem with a kiss,” he answered.
She cocked her head to the side. “De-what?”
God help him!
“Get the cookies out of the oven. I understand what I have to do.”
She glanced around the kitchen as if she just realized she was in a kitchen.
She popped another gummy bear into her mouth. “I better get the cookies. I think that’s the timer.”
He watched her closely. “I literally just told you to do that.”
What was going on with her?
Luckily, the baking part of her brain kicked in, and she sprang into action. She removed the tray of cookies from the oven, then slid them onto a baking rack with one hand.
“Kiss time,” she called.
Without thinking, he pulled the strap of her apron and twirled her into his arms. A slick as hell move until the surprise on her face clued him in that she meant for him to put the chocolate kisses onto the peanut butter blossoms.
She stroked his cheek. “I like your scruff. It feels like kitty cat kisses.”
“Kitty cat kisses?” he repeated. This was getting weird.
“Yeah, but since you’re so cantankerous, we can call it kitty cat cantankerous kisses,” she replied, then giggled.
Was she losing her mind?
“I better get to the chocolate.”
She glanced at the pile. “Yes, they’re ready.”
He looked at the mound of Hershey’s kisses. “You dance for cookies and commune with chocolate?”
Her eyes went wide. “I’ve never talked to chocolate before today. This is something new.”
Thiswas getting weirder by the second.
“Why don’t you find something to put the cookies in and then we should probably go.”
She nodded, then started opening and closing the cabinets as he plopped chocolate kisses on the center of a few dozen cookies.
